I had a little ball of fear in the pit of my stomach thinking I was about to be a victim of some outlaw biker gang and buried in an unmarked grave in ...he Arizona desert.The headlights blinded me at first and when they swept up and surrounded me with a circle of bright beams I was momentarily disoriented and out of focus unable to distinguish who had come to my rescue."Hey, Billie, look what we got here! I think we got us a lost sheep looking for its mama."The sound of laughter coming from. Too bed Paul wasn't here! She wondered if he, too, was planning to retire, and if his mirror was as kind to him, in a masculine way, as hers was to her. Tall and broad-shouldered, he should be remarkably well-developed physically, she felt. She though of one part of him in particular, a part she knew about only from pictures and descriptions, and wondered if that was also - well-developed. For a brief instant, she permitted herself to dwell on a fantasy or rather several in. ..strange boy, but have always liked you.You've always come across as a bit shy and sweet. I don't know what'sdifferent about you. You seem to carry yourself with a different sort ofair and...,"she puts a fingernail between front teeth, "Alex, are yougay?"My eyes go a little wider, she looks up at me. "No, Lisa, I'm not gay. Anumber of the other kids,mostly girls, have commented on how I seem"different"." Look Alex, whatever it is, I'm a bit puzzled. It really is prettyobvious you've. The upper half of my huge breasts with deep cleavage between two melons was pouncing out of my shirt and could attract the old man without any effort. I intentionally let the strings of my pajamas hanging loosely between my legs and touching exactly at my swollen and convulsing pussy. I took two glasses with orange juice and a bottle of vodka as he liked it, in a tray and walked towards the pool. He smiled at me, poured some vodka in his glass and asked if I had also started drinking. On my nod.